The chilling winter air, numbs my hands and makes my eyes well up with warm tears. Why do we live here, I think to myself often.

Oh how I wish we lived somewhere like Hawaii. Soft summer breezes, tan skin, the sweet smell of sunscreen, warm sand forever stuck in your hair. All things that I can only dream of.

Instead my day consists of waking up early to scrape my car, my face turning bright red with the wind whipping at it. Shovelling the driveway so that my car doesn’t get stuck in the fresh fallen, sparkly snow. A life that seems so much more bitter than a blissful Hawian life.